In the last weeks of his stay at
the hospital in Saint-Rémy, Van Gogh changed doctors. Dr. Paul Gachet took charge of his care, and
the artist chose him to be the subject matter of his next painting. The Portrait of Dr. Gachet is still today one
of the highest selling artworks in history, having been bought by a private
collector in 1990 for just over $80 million.
Typical to Van Gogh's style, we see
a lot of energetic brushwork here, conveying liveliness, intensity, and
passion. The world around this doctor is
busy, with fluttering lines of light and color buzzing all around him. (No clear background is distinguishable
behind the sitter). The doctor's uniform
is a part of the external chaos, with its own vibrant colorization and
form. He's leaning on a table with two
books and a vase of flowers. The books
indicate the doctor's breadth of knowledge and training. The flowers are a species which were often
used as medicinal herbs for treating unstable heart conditions. They are extremely poisonous to ingest alone. As to the doctor himself, he slumps, leaning
on the table and resting his cheek on his hand.
He looks as if he were in a thoughtful pose, but the man's face betrays
more than just deep contemplation. Deep
emotion appears to be "infecting" this doctor, turning his face an almost
sickly green color and causing his eyelids to languidly droop. He is anxious, sad, uncertain, and wholly
despondent. Van Gogh famously identified
the look of the man with his generation and the commonly pervading sentiments
of doubt and despair in the early Modern Age.
The artist has literally put a face to the gloom and hopelessness of the
post-Victorian generation; and it is the face of a doctor who works in an
asylum treating others' illnesses when he has no one to treat his own.
Here the patient is diagnosing the
doctor. Do you see? Vincent Van Gogh was the mentally unstable
patient under this learned and experienced doctor, but he commented in a letter
to his brother in July, 1890, that he thought Dr. Gachet "sicker than I
am." And the artist has once again
infused his own feelings and artistic style into the work; this poor doctor is
crudely fashioned into a wobbling form, thin and crooked, as pitiable as one of
his suffering patients to whom he so loyally attends. Van Gogh paints him the way he feels the man
really is, kind of like his own diagnosis of his doctor. And it's quite a sad revelation; apparently
both doctors and patients alike are unhappy.
The melancholy of Modernity infects all: doctor and patient, sane man
and sick, student and teacher, artist and layman. Although painted roughly enough, the themes
of such a painting penetrate deep to the intricate recesses of the heart and
mind. The face of Dr. Gachet in the
portrait conveys so much symbolic meaning which extends toward not just Van
Gogh's own generation, but all of Modern society, all of humanity; and that
this alleged healer of men's diseases should be himself more diseased than the
worst of them is a statement on the human condition. It's a profound work of art.
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